A snowy Thanksgiving

I hope you had a good Thanksgiving. I did. In a raging snowstorm, my son and I drove up to his mom's farm in the mountains above Santa Fe. My other son left early to get to the farm, and we found his car abandoned in a ditch covered in snow. His mom came and got him, and will help him get out of the snowbank tomorrow. My two stepsons were already at the farm when we arrived. One came from Albuquerque and the other from Colorado Springs. His mom rescued him and his Mustang from a snowbank at 3 a.m. this morning. So you've got four young men ages 18, 19, 27, and 29, and a snowstorm. With all that testosterone, should I really be surprised at the snow art they created to welcome us to the farm?